Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

MARJORY MINES. CHRISTMAS . Morning . THE light was grey When shrill cocks crew , They knew that day Was peering through Her mantle dim , her mantle blue , And heard her say : “ O dear world , help me to count less This once , the feet that stray , The hands that do not bless That men forever may Feel my caress .” Afternoon . W E cannot , like the wise men three , W Journey away to seek and see , But we can keep with feast and mirth The winter blossoming of earth ; Nor shut our doors , for we may then Shut out the travelling Wise Men , Who always tread the mazy way Age after age , upon this day , Singing the carol of the star . Their looks are bright . “ Follow !" they say “ Hand in hand from near and far ," And as we , brothers that we are , Shake our heads and turn away , Wonderful ! oracular ! We see in mother - eyes the Ray . 130